The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 61: Book 2, Chapter 12: A Lot To Take In

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The trek to rejoin the others was uneventful, which was a relief after watching Addy’s health plummet. As they approached the tower they’d just conquered, green dots filtered in along the top edge of the map that remained in the corner of his vision. The sound of familiar voices calling out immediately followed. While the Stormclaws had recovered from the effects of their paralyzed status, they did not have pleasant expressions upon Nik’s return. Loot, who rushed over to heal Addy, was the first of the adventurers to get a look at the orc huntress. “Well, I didn’t think we’d ever see this lady again. We haven’t seen anyone else. Did she seriously try to ambush us alone?” he asked. Worik snarled, “She’ll pay for that mistake. We’ll see to that.” “I don’t understand why someone would pull a stunt like that in the first place. We had her way outnumbered.” Beatrice frowned. Kath crossed her arms, and pulled her lips back to reveal sharp canines as she said, “She’s an orc. It probably has to do with tribal rituals and advancement. It’s all about the hunt, and the challenge with them. They don’t travel alone, though. She’d have a group with her, unless she’s been exiled or somethin’.” “They were taken by the shadows. She’s alone now, but a little too persistent for her own good, I think,” Eric stated dryly. “What’s the plan here? Are we taking her back to Candlelight?” Beatrice asked. Nik moved to the head of the group and turned to face everyone else. They were mostly back to full health, and with the levels everyone had gained, they were all level seven or eight now. He was close to level ten now, and wondered what he would get after receiving features early. Feathers rustled as he shook the distraction from his head. “She’s coming to Candlelight. We can’t just leave her tied up in the forest to die, and I refuse to kill anyone who has already been defeated and bound. Addy will carry her, and she will be held at the burrow until we figure out what we’re going to do with her from there. Now, let’s go home so we can sleep behind some walls,” Nik said as he turned and stepped in the direction of his home. He smiled to himself. Home, it still caught at his heart when he thought about it. Most of his life, all that he’d wanted was a family and a home. Now he had the Stormclaws and Candlelight. The return home was about as smooth as it could’ve been when your group’s barbarian was actively carrying a grumpy prisoner. Their nights were free of wild beasts’ ambushes, and their days were spent carrying on with small talk. There was a lot of nonsensical information given by the adventurers about their favorite plays that were not plays, where people were paid to pretend to be other people for entertainment on vision boxes. Nik chose to accept not being able to understand that part of their lives from before they came to Kyraneth. Theirs was a different world, entirely unrecognizable to his own. Before they completed the final stretch of the journey home, they’d also filled him in on the more precise details of their initial encounter with Mor, and on through the last time they’d seen her. These orcs are certainly an interesting group; they make me think of what my people might have been like if we were more like the adventurers. Wanderers, at peace with nature, but being hunters and warriors as well, Nik thought, and then he started to quietly chuckle. Of course Wolf’s ears caught the sound. “You know, some people might consider it strange when a person just laughs to themselves at random. So, what private joke are you laughing at?” he asked with a smile. Nik returned the smile with a grin, and said, “Well, I was thinking about how kobolds and orcs are similar and different.” A guffaw burst from the shifter. “How are you alike, exactly?” “Well, both of our peoples are nomadic, and in harmony with nature from what I’ve gathered,” Nik replied, still grinning wide. “Okay, I’ll bite. What are the differences?” Wolf asked indulgently. Nik put a